"I didn't sign up to play baby sitter."
He muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes. For the briefest of moments, his mind connected itself with the entirety of the Verse. He would speak telepathically like how he could with his brother and the boys respectively....however, this was much different. This speech would reign down from the heavens, not in one's mind. The Verse itself would vibrate as his words boomed everywhere there-in, in unison. ""Boys! You have until I count to five to get your asses here to the kingdom of Umbral. And trust me boys, you don't want me to come get you."" God he really hoped that worked. He didn't have the desire to play cat and mouse with his son and nephew. For once he just hoped they would be obedient. Fortunately for them, their uses of respective sources of Darkness, thus he was unable to directly lock on to them or even directly locate them. Regardless, he would turn his attention back to his hasty brother and interject to a more important piece of the conversation as opposed to mentioning what's already been said. His words were lead by a light clearing of his throat.
"To be completely honest at that last piece of information, Lord Silverfire, Her having a soul is something never seen by myself before. A construct simply doesn't host one, but it does host an imitation of such. I can marvel over how she has a soul in my own time, though now I feel the best question to pose is....Who created her?"
Constructs are not 'born' like humans. They are created none the less. So if she was indeed a construct, she had a creator. And knowledge on that very creator could help to, sort the situation out better. Hell, at this point, he was starting to feel like helping was a bad idea. This was a stage of growth and development. The woman was growing, evolving. Who was he or anyone else to disturb such a process? Besides, she's been sleep for this long, why barge in and seem to try harder, faster, than even her people that cared for her the most. Still, perhaps someone might be able to check on her so to speak. Still, he didn't feel like this was a task he was up for either way. Besides, his soul was already tethered to another's...permanently. Projecting into the Queen could potentially harm or eradicate that tether, and the magic that came with it. No way the Cambion was quite ready to die.
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Lucius as a whole had gathered the knew hammers, a beautiful amulet with a six star black sapphire fixed in it's epicenter. The amulet itself was gold with runs engraved within. What it did or was for, he had no clue, but he liked it. And last but not least. The boy managed to snag a ring, though he only through it in his pocket without studying it deeply since his father's voices boomed all around him. Making him flinch, even though he stood within the veil. Without much though, he took a deep breath and reached out to Sebastian with pretty immediate compliance. ""If you're not finished, hurry up. I'll go ahead and stall if need be, just hurry up.""
Withough a second thought, Lucius took to traversing through his personal dark space. Pin pointing his father, he locked onto his shadow, and he simply rose out of it like a small blob in a terribly produced horror film. Silently it shifted to take the boys form, only for the black to wash off of him and back to it's natural appearance on the floor as it was before he even disturbed it. There he just stood silent with his hands in his vest pockets.
